In this simbattle, Vulkar and I will not be using magic of any kind, just the weapons that we have. He will be using a lightsaber, and I will be using a bendy straw. The victor should be obvious.

Me.

BJ was a adult of 18, and he was living life to the fullest in the grocery store. One more idiot in front of him, and he would be at the head of the line. This month, he was sure to win the lottery.

While waiting impatiently in line, BJ distracted himself by looking around, sipping lightly on the Dr. Pepper that he shouldn't be drinking. A few aisles over, a lady was arguing that her coupon was good until next year, regardless of the fact that the cashier noticed she had penciled in over the original date.

If he was lucky, they would break out into an epic duel. Yeah, that would be sweet.

OB could only laugh as BJ shoved the snickers bar in his mouth...it would take him at least a few seconds to swallow the bar, and given that it was in a wrapper, it would take him even longer to chew it enough so that he could swallow it without gagging.

There was no better feeling than having used a snickers bar for a force choke.

OB ran towards Pheonix, lightsaber trailing behind him.

"ARGH!" a customer shouted, and OB paused, glancing at the customer.

"Well dang."

He cut into her chip bag, and the chips poured onto the ground, only one chip still in the bag unspoiled.

OB paused in confusion. Was he pointing our one of those fancy shmancy pop stars kids loved so much these days? He couldn't resist...the curiosity pushed him...he had no choice...

He pointed his toe, and spun, like a ballerina in the battlefield, stretching his lightsaber beside him. He saw nobody behind him, but spinning like a ballerina, he came facing the awkward teenager standing only a few feet away, holding the bendy straw, ready to stab.

He unpointed his toe, and jumped just slightly in the air, landing with his legs crossed, and arms in front of him like a dancer.

OB reached down, starting the lawnmower, and stood up, suddenly being pulled very quickly towards Phoenix for a few steps, before suddenly pausing and falling to the ground, and worming slwoly forward, lightsaber between his feet.

BJ bit his lower lip is deep concentration before executing the move. The Cabbage Patch. With the grace of the Amish themselves, he spun around with the best of them, taking a few steps around OB until he was on the side of him.

Huge amounts of chest hair began to poke through his shirt as the manly powers of the farmer dance took hold of him. OB would have to do a lot better than the worm.